So I got a message from the office of my GP a couple of weeks ago reminding me that it’s time for my yearly checkup. Really? Why? What can he find wrong with me that trumps terminal cancer? A bad heart? Diabetes? No wait! Maybe more cancer? Ha!
I called there today because I do need to see him for a refill for my Crestor. I told his receptionist that I won’t be getting the physical, that it’s kinda pointless.